Quotes About Awareness

I drank it and I said, 'It isn't like it seems to be.' - 'I know. It never is,' he said

Je ne suis pas sûr d'avoir jamais éprouvé ce qu'on appelle le remords, mais si quelque chose s'en approche, c'est bien la pensée d'avoir côtoyé vingt ans ce chagrin sans le reconnaître.

Je ne savais bien comprendre que le témoignage de mes propres yeux.

All that evil needs to triumph is the silence of good men« (»Alles, was das Böse braucht, um zu triumphieren, ist das Schweigen der guten Menschen«).

You ought to get out more. You know, Pérol, we should go out some evening, just you and me. Otherwise, you lose touch with reality. You know what I mean? You lose your sense of reality, and hey presto, you don't know which shelf you left your soul on. The shelf where you put your friends. The shelf where you put your women. Stage right, stage left. Or in the shoebox. You turn around and you find you're stuck in the bottom drawer, with the accessories.

We were all moving to a pre-ordained end. You just had to open the papers and read the international news, or the crime reports. We didn't need nuclear weapons. We were killing each other with prehistoric savagery. We were just dinosaurs, and the worst thing of all was that we knew it.

We're slaves, not idiots. That's all you have to understand.

Far from such din, when blessed silence returns, I can listen to the butterflies that flutter inside my head. To hear them, one must be calm and pay close attention, for their wingbeats are barely audible. Loud breathing is enough to drown them out. This is astonishing: my hearing does not improve, yet I hear them better and better. I must have butterfly hearing.

I hadn't been paying attention to things like the sunrise, but that old sun had been coming up anyway. It didn't really care how I felt, it was going to rise and set regardless of whether I noticed it, and if I was going to enjoy it, that was up to me.

Your body knows how to fall.

He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil. Psychosis: out of touch with reality. Since then, I have been trying to find out what reality is, so that I can touch it.

It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.

I am much better at saying how I feel when I no longer feel it.

I don't own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don't want to drown. My head is my heart's lifebelt.

Life was a pre-death experience.

All of that has been a brutal lesson to me in not overlooking or misunderstanding what is actually there, in your hands, now. We always think the thing we need to transform everything--the miracle--is elsewhere, but often it is right next to us. Sometimes it is us, ourselves.

There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'.

She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.

It is better to know it. Better to know who you are, and what lies in you, what you could do, might do, under extreme provocation.

But, Mistress, do not be seen to stray too far from the real that is clear to others, or you may stand accused of the real that is clear to you.

There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.

Time is a player. Time is part of today, not simply a measure of its passing.

There are two questions: where have you come from, and where are you going? But the brain doesn't have separate regions for the past and future; only the present is differentiated by the brain. We split time into three parts. The brain, it seems, splits it twice only: now, and not now.

The Future is Now. That annoys me because if the future is now, where is the present?